How It Started
I had great plans. Tomatoes and such.
But after digging a hole in the backyard of my rental house in Virginia Square, life did its usual switcheroo and I got married, had a baby and moved to an apartment in Alexandria. Needless to say, there isn’t a spot here to garden — the kitchen windowsill barely sustains herbs for more than a week or two — but my generous in-laws offered up the use of a part of their back yard to grow what we wanted.
In March of 2009, it was done: three garden beds, 3 by 8 feet each, plus a bonus 45-square-foot pit that had been used for years to hold grass clippings, leaf cuttings and other yard debris — in short, a perfectly prepared compost pit.
These are the lessons, heartaches and rewards of a suburban “victory” garden.